Unwilling to walk away from love, it's like walking into thick haze. Feeling furious, girl simply can't get to the end of these never-ending stairs.

Flashbacks flowing through memory lane, ruined roses looking more like a blood bath. She stared as she was staring herself. She tore herself into pieces like a loose cannon. Then, reborn.

Flashbacks flowing through memory lane, as if you're stuck with watching this mono-tv-channel. Screen so bright that it's painful, tears began to flow. She saw a black cat staring her. Staring again.

Willing to walk away from love, it's like believing dried roses don't smell of roses. Relieved, the girl finally got out of these memories-ending stairs.